A material rolled up in spiral which bores through time. Images depicting a trip into solitary anxiety flow across the screen, writing their own memory. A document about a place, a memory, a feeling. Space is captured at the very moment it is disappearing, to become an image. Signs, glances and actions break down to flow across the screen. The background becomes a pretext to talk about oneself, to tell the story of our lives. Time, images, sound and rhythm turn into an abstract and documentary conception of movement and vision. Monica is a travel film, the poem of an impossible narration/telling, with rough images moving in a brittle way like the poverty of the world... Arte povera of a raw and delicate image, a poetry of the least things... The world is poor, and the filmmaker too, and it's the beauty of this film, this positive, interdependent glance, where the same echo in the language of the artist vibrates... A film of transition, a vision of a world which flees, escapes, between desire and lapse of memory along the way, between the abruptly skinned languages; Italian, French. Between leaving and returning, a busy memory sinks, erased by its return...

M. Rousset